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[TaraJess 2848]

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[Metamancy 1759]

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

 

[Navigator 4260]

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The most beautiful depiction of the spirals someone will go down when hard work is not appreciated.

 

[Pegleg_Bob 1107]

Larkin Mack sat at his desk, studying or rather, trying to distract himself. Death clung to his mind like a leech, though on some days and months it felt more like a lamprey. He knew those he had seen killed of late , both the Keen and Lorena de Senna had wronged the Empire, yet he still wondered, did their crimes truly merit death? Larkin did not know. He was simply tired of seeing it.

He wondered if he had spoken louder, if he had pleaded harder, perhaps they would have spared her, allowed him to rehabilitate her. He chuckled at the thought, knowing they would never have agreed. Still, he held onto a faint hope that one day, he might save people like Lorena de Senna.

[Spellblades 749]

The news found the Elder brother of Lorena De Senna in the courtyard of Silasia, so many things had happened to him these past few years that he thought he might crumble like a dead Oak Tree.  "Treason!?" he muttered to himself in disbelief after scanning frantically over the letter "This has to be a mistake.. right?" Leif repeated to himself as he put on his armor and rushed over to Reinmar to confirm the news with his older sister. He remained in silent prayer, ignoring the exhaustion in his body as he kept running and running until the metal encasing his body felt like a prison. Was it? The Knight's fears came true as Lorena's death was confirmed. He remembered the time he came home after his Knighting to find his younger sister clinging to the legs of his father; he hadn't had time to know all of these new siblings. Leif wished he had more time. God, he didn't have more time. After the family meeting, he broke down sobbing uncontrollably in the dead of night, and he uttered a prayer for his now dead sister.

[Phoebe202 1057]

Elsewhere, a sister bereaved quarreled with her family over their next steps.

A sister lost- a suitor found. They say a man is never a plan, but at the same time, a woman's intuition is never something to be doubted. 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. They say a phoenix rises from its ashes, but poor Lorena would not.

 

[NovumChase 235]

Rothwin Aldor’s face twists as a young Devereux brings him the news in St. Godwinsburg. In the late hours of that evening, he gazes vacantly into the stones of his town-home’s rear wall, envisioning the scene; he shakes his head very slowly. “Lorena—,” the young scrivener begins, as if to summon her from the vision and thence to safety—but, upon realizing that he has spoken out loud, he says no more, glancing to the stairs to ensure his muttering went unheard by his siblings. Rothwin heaves a deep sigh, setting back to work on a stack of genealogical treatises.

[kuebiko 684]

Lorena was a source of security. Someone who had a family that was welcoming enough, someone who was gentle enough. Predictable but not plain. It led to horse rides around Grense and following nonsensical dreams. She had listened to him and taken him seriously enough. Letting Aevos be overrun by the Imperial horses was a cherished memory. Horizon and the others left in total freedom.

 

When the boats departed for Kaldurr, once again she was there. A lady who understood and was patient. When she was down he broke a masterful plot, to make her a piece of jewelry. A souvenir of the travels. Finding somewhere better. He meant to ask about the future. Instead anxiety and uncertainty got the better of him when it was broken. All that the once Prince wanted to see was her smile.

He didn't not love her, but by no means was it not his fault. A realization that should've come sooner. Tied between two people and both roads led to dead ends. But maybe if, maybe if he had the confidence to remain, it could've turned out differently. Love became something feared rather than embraced.

 

Why had he let anger, envy even, get the better of him? That conversation in the cathedral should have gone better. He wanted to reach out to her, to try and cheer her up as before. Regret tied a knot that sunk to the bottom of his heart. Then, why was he still too afraid of not finding the right words? Too afraid to act. An unsent letter penned to her tucked between books within a journal never to be read. Something he couldn't bare to let go of, and now he'd never have an answer. No words could be seen, and no amount of meant to would fix the hole or mend the broken friendship. Even her responding in anger would've been better than her silence.

None of it mixed well with the growing pile of half empty bottles, and the gap left by the death of his brother that no serving of wine could fill. Two dear people gone in the span of a month. Who knew that heartbreak could strike twice so swiftly? The Keen certainly didn't. All he could do was hope that she found joy in the Seven Skies. 

Eventually it turned into a canvas streaked with orange, dotted with white flowers.

 

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Very beautiful post, Lorena was a neat character! I'm glad I got to know her.

 

[WhimsicalOwl 268]

Loud. The capital had gotten so loud, after mere moments of stepping foot in it. Slightly muffled voices from the building next to her, talk of treason - and then execution. Voices had blended together, her ears ringing as she desperately tried to keep herself together. Why was everything so loud?

 

Edith had never been fond of such large crowds - so why did she linger? Why would she put herself through such torture when deep down she knew it was best to just go home? She had to. Foolish, false, accusations of harbouring stolen horses - how they had lined up her and her kin to search them. How they prevented her from even seeing her dear little sister one last time.

 

"If they don't kill you for this, Lorena, I'll slap you myself." were the words she had uttered, for how could her sister continue to be so foolish? 

Distraction was often what Edith sought, when death came to her doorstep with news of yet another member of her family dead. She couldn't feel sad if she had not the time to think about it, right? So why was this different? Why couldn't she stop thinking about it? Perhaps the answer was simple. Perhaps it was because she had seen so much of herself in Lorena.

 

Perhaps not the version of Edith that lived today, but the young girl she had once been, all those years ago. She had held her little sister in her arms when Lorena was just a baby - taught her everything she knew. For better, for worse. A bond created through similar names. Lenora and Lorena. Clearly, Edith would come to muse, Lorena had absorbed only the negative things of which Edith had taught her.

 

"Her own fault." she had uttered to her husband, as they returned home. Out loud, she'd blame Lorena, yet internally... the blame felt like her own.

 

"I never got to say goodbye."

[Mescaffier 6197]

"It'll happen, again and again. Our people are a persecuted one," Helena Casimira Novellen had spoken at their family gathering. Little did the woman know how their heiress had been battered and brutalised by the inquisition, long before she was granted the mercy of death. If she knew, would she had reacted any different? "We simply must continue on. What she did was wrong, and I can only hope none of you repeat such a grave error," she said, stone-faced.

 

How many of her kin would she watch die? Much like Lorena, the woman - both of them cursed - had many the same, horrific dreams that night. Despite her indifference, she could not sleep along the same street that had run with her child's blood.

 

[cadazio 2105]

In his latter, more senile years, Ledicort would recall the face of his daughter Lorena and think of her as a haunting. He saw her face when he fell asleep, much like how he saw Aurelia, and dreaded that waking up might spoil the simple moments.

 

"It is the curse of the hard worker to suffer most. I had it in Portoregne, Lorena in Rittersburg," he'd recall, to Helena, "I don't regret having her, I regret not guiding her well, against the bureaucrat and the White-Rosian."

[alienescence 1415]

Frederica prayed for the soul of her aunt.

[tcs_tonsils_ 3666]

Iohannis I watched as the clouds cast a looming shadow upon the fields of wheat and barley. Though the rain had not yet touched the mesa, lightning flashed in the distant sky, illuminating the rolls of hills before him. Thunder cracked, screaming in warning for what was yet to fall. Within his fist clutched a note in half frantic writing. 

 

And then the stormwall hit, and everything fell into numbness. 
 

“A toast to you, cousin. Rest well.” He raised his wineglass before taking a prolonged sip.

[FireAGN 1207]

When Ezra returned home from wardship at age thirteen, Lorena was there waiting. She guided him, encouraged him to join the guard, to apprentice, and to serve their Emperor as their parents had. She was only seven years his elder, yet she had always stood as his guardian and head of house, the one he quietly admired more than most.

 

When official word came of her treason, he was hesitant to believe it. He stood outside the Inquisitor’s office with his siblings, listening to the shouts echo through the stone as Lorena was interrogated inside. He couldn’t bring himself to move until a squire seized and bound him for being associated with a traitor. And she was one, wasn’t she? A traitor. He told himself that over and over, because it had to be true. Still, he missed who she once was. Even as the crowd jeered her name, the Senna name, he missed her.

 

Later, Ezra would cry, not before others, but alone, as he often was. Perhaps in the Chancellery office, with one of his father’s tasks left half-done, the decorations still clutched in his hands. From the top of the tower, he would look out over the city and weep, not for the traitor she became, but for the sister he remembered, the one who had believed in him when no one else did. And when he prayed for her soul, he prayed that she might find the forgiveness he could not yet give.

 

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Very cool post! Lorena was a great character, and thanks for recruiting me to play Ezra :) 

[jqsmlne 460]

Down the square of Rittersberg Mirabella walked, and the emptiness left by Lorena's absence weighed upon her. Where once she had glimpsed her in every corner of the Empire, her absence was no more but a vague memory.